Get up.

If you've ever seen the movie Girl, Interrupted, you probably know the song that is playing when they find Daisy hanging from her bathroom.   I used to love that song.  Why get up?  It's the end of the world, it ended when you said goodbye.

I've felt like that.  Last night was a low point for me.  Every 6 months or so, I break down and cry.  On Monday, my ex was committed instead of being sent to prison.  Yesterday, I skipped all 3 of my classes and could hardly get out of bed.  I called my Mom last night in tears.  I broke down sobbing and told her everything. She asked me what I needed, if I needed to come home for thanksgiving, if I could afford that, and if I needed a flight.  I told her, I just need a good cry.  I just needed you to listen to me.

I said, every now and then, I fall apart.  But I'm going to get up.   I turned to my favorite book, Redeeming Love.  I woke up this morning and finished the ending.   As I turned out the light last night, I asked God, why do I even bother getting up sometimes, something always knocks me down.

I found this:  Love the Lord your God, and love one another.  Love one another as he loves.  Love with strength and purpose and passion and no matter what comes against you.  Don't weaken.  Stand against the darkness, and love.  That's the way back into Eden.  That's the way back to life.


I can choose to lay down and die.  I can choose to get up.   I can choose to forgive and be free from the hatred and anger.  I can choose to let life knock me down.  I can choose to think that it's the end of the world because they don't love me anymore.  Since when does one boy who did horrible things define my worth in God?  Since when does a few small bruises, cuts, and scars mean that the entire battle is not worth fighting?

So, you have been going through some stuff.  Does that mean that you just give up and die?  Get up.  Live.  Love.  You can keep going when it seems to be so wrong and all you feel is pain.  Endure.  Live.  Love.  Get up.